Damon looked the guard in his eyes, "Where is he?"
"He's in his chambers, Your Majesty, but the Lords are in the throne room, waiting for your arrival," the guard responded with a bow and Damon nodded.
Immediately, he turned in the direction of the throne room, quickening his steps. Had he brought her?! He was so impatient that he swiftly passed his oncoming wife, Sibyl, who had curtsied to him.
"May His Majesty live forever," she bowed but when she raised her head, she stared at the air. She blinked, then turned to see her husband already sprinting away.
She clicked her tongue, taking a deep breath. It seemed her husband had pressing matters to attend to. Well, was there any time he didn't have pressing matters? Every time he was busy, but he always had time for Euphemia. He didn't even care about her and her baby's health. She rolled her eyes, then turned back to her assigned maid a few steps behind her, "Let's go, Marie."
"Yes, My Queen."
